ｖｏｉｃｅ.

[clario]

[ so baby's gone. the one person she had any kind of rapport with. sweet pea doesn't know whether to laugh or to cry. she had done a bit of both and wondered when the hell she turned into such a sensitive flower.

baby's departure doesn't mean shit in the long run. sweet pea's still here and she still needs to get back, though it seems more and more like she should only wait until she is sent back—because she has to be. she cannot entertain another thought.

but it's only now hitting her how very alone she is. no family, no friends. no rocket, no baby, not even amber or blondie. she keeps to her room, cleaning her weapons. when she feels in control, she turns on the tablet. ]

Babydoll's gone. [ sweet pea manages to keep a brisk tone of voice. it's even convincing. ] She said she'd had some things going with some of you. Whatever it was, let me know and I'll do my best to hold up her end of the bargain.

[ a little pause. her otherwise professional veneer cracks. ]

If you didn't meet her, you missed your fucking chance.


locked to ROBB
Think we can we move our practice up to today? I could use the exercise.

Comments

voice, private.

[bumbles]

W-would, um. You like some c-company?

yeah that thing

[clario]

[ the tablet captures a slow exhalation of breath. ]

I'm not really good company right now.

:|b

[bumbles]

Doesn't um, m-matter. Sometimes it's just uh, g-good to-- to b-be around p-people.

( Not to be alone, really. ) We c-can um, just-- just sit, or something.

c:

[clario]

Just sit, huh? [ her laugh is a brief sound, closer to a scoff. ] And be the saddest pair here.

Fine. Why not.

[bumbles]

W-well, I think-- it's b-better than um, than b-being alone. Sometimes.

D-do um, do you like m-milkshakes? Or f-fries?

[clario]

Haven't had them in years.

[ she has to struggle to remember the last time. has it really been so long? ]

[bumbles]

I'll b-- b-bring some.

( This is a plan and it is a good plan. )

Is vanilla o-okay?

[clario]

[ quietly: ] Vanilla's great.

[bumbles]

Okay. I'll um, b-be there-- your p-place or um, somewhere else?

[clario]

You know a place we can go? I don't really feel like staying here.

[bumbles]

D-do you know the uh, the Civic G-Gardens?

[clario]

I think so.

[bumbles]

Okay.

( And here are some typed up directions from the residential building, plus a map attached. )

I'll-- I'll b-be there in um, l-like half an hour?

[clario]

See you then.

[ she's a little late; map and all she successfully got herself turned around. she wears a short blue cotton dress with a sweater to protect against the cold and an umbrella that half wants to fly out of her grip. she looks around for dony at the entrance. ]

[bumbles]

( Hi, here's Donny. He has brown paper bags full of food and a couple of giant looking milkshakes. )

H-hey. Uh. I l-like your d-dress.

( Donny stop that stop complimenting everyone's clothes. )

[clario]

It's an inmate's uniform.

[ with that cryptic declaration, she reaches for a bag. ]

Here. Let me help you with that.

[bumbles]

Oh.

( He lets her take the bag, but isn't quite sure what to say. The color was nice, and yet that comment--

Honestly, Donny's not quite sure what to do with it. The best move might be to get going. ) I uh, g-got burgers, too.

( He loves burgers, okay. )

[clario]

[ she smiles a little. ]

There fries too?

[bumbles]

Yup. And um, onion rings.

( Maybe he got a little bit over enthusiastic. He's an anxious person, okay, it happens. Tilting his head, he starts to step through the entranceway. There used to be a lot more broken glass around this particular doorway, but he's been clearing bits of it away every time he's turned up, so now it's pretty safe. Still, he murmurs careful kind of quietly, barely audible, keeping an eye out as they move. )

[clario]

Can't wait. [ she looks around as they walk in. ] How'd you find this?

[bumbles]

I g-go um, walking a lot. With uh, with M-Maurice? He's uh, he's Max's dog.

( Quietly, probably needlessly. ) I l-like uh, just-- it's g-good to look at flowers.

( Even when there aren't many, even when they aren't always in the best condition. He shrugs, a bit hopelessly, and nods towards a pathway, leading the way. )

[clario]

You picked up a stray?

[ he seems to like to, she thinks wryly. he did pick her up too. ]

[bumbles]

From home? I think uh, he used t-to-- to b-be used in d-dog fights.

( Quietly, before he does admit: ) M-my cat was a stray.

( So brightly. He loves that cat, man. )

[clario]

Do you make it a habit of collecting lost souls?

[bumbles]

Um. I think--

( A frown, watching her for a moment. ) I d-dunno. I like c-cats?

( Gently confused, as he wanders down a particular pathway, finally setting the food down on a fallen statue. ) Why?